First Kiss (Max, Ian, or Joji/reader preference)
Writer’s note: I was asked to write an imagine about Joji or Ian holding your hand and kissing you for the first time, so I decided to turn it into what I believe is called a “preference.” It involves all three of the boys (Max, Ian, and Joji), and you can read all three scenarios or just the one about your favorite guy. This is something new that I’m trying out, and I hope you guys like it! If it’s received well enough, I’ll definitely do more in the future if requested. Enjoy! :) xx
Max: “Fuck! How do you keep beating me?” Max yelled, tossing his controller aside.
You and your best friend, Max, had been playing Mario Kart for the past two hours and he hadn’t won a single game yet. It was so funny to you how frustrated he got when he lost. You giggled to yourself as he cussed and shook his head.
He noticed your laughter and turned to look at you. “Is my misfortune funny to you, (y/n)?” he asked.
“No, your reaction to your ‘misfortune’ is funny,” you corrected him, still laughing. You went on to mock him, yelling “cunt” and “fuck” in your best attempt at an Australian accent.
“Oh, that’s it! Rematch! Let’s go!” Max demanded, grabbing his controller so you could play again.
Once again, he lost.
“Shit! I’m done playing for today. This game is rigged. Let’s play something else,” Max exclaimed, causing you to laugh even harder.
“You wanna fight?” he proposed. You clutched your sides, which were beginning to hurt from laughing so much.
You and Max began to play fight, which ended in the two of you on the couch. Max was overtop of you, and you held on tightly to each other’s hands. Your laughter and screams were suddenly cut short as you realized the nature of the position you were in.
Max loosened his grip on your hands, but didn’t let go. Your eyes searched his face as his expression grew more serious.
“Can I kiss you?” he blurted, licking his lips and looking into your eyes.
You nodded eagerly and Max pressed his lips to yours. Your kisses quickly became heated. Before things went too far, you sat up and pushed Max off of you. He looked at you in confusion.
“Don’t think this will distract me from the real objective here. I’m still gonna kick your ass no matter what game we play,” you said determinedly.
“Yeah, we’ll see about that,” he scoffed.
“Oh yeah, and I have a new rule,” you added.
“The loser has to kiss the winner.”
“You’re on,” Max smirked.
Ian: It was a Friday night, and you and Ian were at the arcade on the boardwalk for your first date. The two of you had been friends for what seemed like an eternity and you had always had a bit of a crush on him. So when he asked you out, you jumped at the chance. It was your first date together, so you opted for something more low-key. Since the two of you always had a little friendly competition going, the arcade was the ideal first date spot.
First, you played skeeball together and you absolutely kicked Ian’s ass. He pretended to be mad as he watched you collect your tickets, but the goofy grin on his face said otherwise. You played air hockey next, which you failed miserably at because you couldn’t stop laughing. Ian took advantage of this, sliding the puck into your slot over and over again until he won.
After another hour of playing games, you decided to take a break and walk along the boardwalk for a while. As you walked, your hands brushed against each other and you blushed. Not wanting to make the first move, you silently prayed for Ian to initiate the hand-holding.
Your prayers were answered as Ian slid his long, thin fingers between your more delicate ones. Sighing contentedly, you swung your clasped hands back and forth as you walked. Eventually, you returned to the arcade to play some more games.
“How about a rematch?” Ian suggested, gesturing to the skeeball machines.
“You’re on,” you said with a grin.
Once again, you won. As your tickets dispensed from the machine, Ian grabbed them before you had the chance to do so.
“Hey! They’re mine!” you exclaimed, reaching for them as Ian pulled them away.
“These are mine now,” Ian teased, wiggling his eyebrows at you.
“Come on Ian,” you whined, jutting out your lower lip in hopes of getting your way.
Ian shook his head. “Nope. Not going to work for me,” he insisted.
“What will work for you then?” you asked, crossing your arms over your chest.
“A kiss,” he said matter-of-factly.
At this, you felt a blush creep up your cheeks. You never knew Ian could be so forward. And you really wanted to kiss him. Even more than you wanted your tickets back.
Leaning in, you tentatively touched your lips to his. Saying you felt fireworks would be an understatement. Momentarily forgetting about your tickets or where you were, you wrapped your arms around Ian as he held your waist tightly. Your lips moved urgently against his, and you only stopped once you heard a mother clearing her throat in disapproval.
Pulling away quickly, you sheepishly locked eyes with Ian. He smiled down at you as he attempted to catch his breath.
“That was-” you began, cut off by your own astonishment.
“Wow,” Ian simply put it, letting out a small laugh.
Hand in hand, you and Ian exited the arcade to resume your chemistry somewhere more private.
Joji: “Come on. It’s not that bad,“ Joji assured you as you stood in line for the giant ferris wheel at the fair.
“Yes it is! I’ve hated ferris wheels ever since I was little. My brother would rock our car when we got to the top and I felt like we were going to fall out,” you said, the memory making you even more anxious.
“Well, I’m not your brother. I won’t do that. You’ll be fine. I promise,” he insisted, protectively and reassuringly putting his arm around your shoulders.
The ride stopped and it was your turn to get on. You handed your tickets to the ride operator and he secured the latch on your car.
The giant wheel started up again and you slowly made your way up to the top. Sometime during the rotation, Joji took your hand in his. You smiled, surprised to discover that you were actually enjoying yourself.
But suddenly, the ride came to a stop. You gasped, tightening your grip on Joji’s hand.
He rubbed your knuckles with his thumb, assuring you that everything would be okay. Leaning in ever so slightly, Joji gently pressed his lips to yours. All of your fears went out the window as your mind focused on his soft, yet passionate kiss.
Before you knew it, the ride was in motion again and you had reached the bottom. Reluctantly, you exited the ride and took Joji’s hand in yours once more.
“That wasn’t so bad, now was it?” he asked, giving you a small smile.
“No, it wasn’t,” you admitted.
The two of you walked along, riding more rides and stopping to buy food every now and again. You were having a great time, and so was he.
You stayed at the fair all day, waiting until the last possible minute to head out.
You were walking to find your car when you saw the ferris wheel again. Since it was after dark, it was all lit up. You felt butterflies in your stomach, but for a completely different reason this time.
Looking over at Joji, you asked timidly, “Would you mind if we rode again?”
He grinned, grabbed your hand, and said, “Let’s go.”